Blurry Vision On Command Novels & Stories

In the Valentino family, the rules were absolute—the title of Don passed only to the eldest son of the eldest line. On the day I was due to give birth, my water broke. The contractions came faster and harder, each wave of pain stronger than the last, until my consciousness began to drift. The baby's head was already crowning. Renato knelt beside the bed, gripping my hand, his eyes filled with what looked like heartbreak. I thought he would be my strength—my anchor. But through the haze, I heard him speaking to the midwife. "Control the dosage. Just delay Ellen's delivery for three hours." "But she is already fully dilated. Forcibly delaying it could be dangerous…" The midwife's voice trembled. "It's fine. She wasn't due yet anyway. She only went into labor because she secretly used induction drugs. Delaying the birth will only benefit her." Disbelief crashed over me. I tried with everything I had to speak—to explain. But then I saw him glance at his watch, murmuring to himself, "My sister-in-law is only five centimeters dilated. If we stall for three hours, my brother's child will be the eldest grandson. This is a promise I made to my brother." Terror seized me. I tried to struggle, but the needle had already pierced my skin. In an instant, the child that had been about to emerge was forced violently back into my body. The pain doubled, twisting through me like a storm. Darkness swallowed my vision, and I lost consciousness. When I came to, I had been dragged into an underground storage room. Only after his sister-in-law's son had been safely born did Renato remember me. When he returned—holding the toy he had personally made for our soon-to-be-born child—and ordered his assistant to bring me back to the operating room… All he found were two cold, lifeless bodies.

"Everything here is at my command, including you." He said as he started to run his hands over my breasts. "Tell me, are you already wet for me?" "No." "Then if I touch you here, won't it fill with juice? Are you ready for my cock to slide in?" He whispered as his hand finally reached into my panties. He moved his fingers between my pussy lips. I let out a moan at the wonderful sensation... "Shit, you're a slut, aren't you?" He whispered. ------------------------------------------------------- Lia My life has never been perfect, but it used to be simple. That changed in the blink of an eye when my mother decided to move us to Riverside. It was supposed to be a new beginning for us, and it was. It just wasn't the one I expected. The simple life I knew before was no more. Rayan Riverside. The golden boy in town took one look at me and decided he hated me, turning everyone against me as he stood by and watched his minions turn my life into a living hell. I didn't know why he hated me, but little by little, as the torment progressed, I became a shadow of myself. And things got worse when he found out that he was soon to be my stepbrother and I wasn't ready for that. But by the time he decided to change his mind, I was already too far along in my attempt at self-destruction. Because hatred like ours can only end in death. Rayan As soon as I learned of her existence, I hated her. Lia Stevens . Because of her, I lost the most important person in the world to me. Then, I knew what she represented. I let my hatred rule all our interactions from the beginning.

Yana meets my eyes then, and I see a passionate light in her eyes that I haven’t seen before. Slowly, she takes my hands and puts them on her shoulders. My palms graze her skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every cell of my body. “What are you doing?” I ask in a low voice. “Making sure it’s real.” She meets my eyes, letting my hands roam to her arms and to her waist. “I don’t repel you, like you said. It’s meant to be. And for that I need you to touch me.” The heat between us is getting more and more intense. She puts her hands on top of mine and let my touch wander to her hips. I trace her hip bones with my thumbs, watching as the light in her eyes dim into something more mature. Darker and more primitive. Lust. Desire. “Does it feel like I’m repelling you?” she asks. “No.” I pull her closer to me. “It feels like you’re inviting me, telling me to make you mine.” *** Desperate times call for desperate measures. And a desperate measure is what Yana Allard is seeking to save her small jewelry business. When she gets a chance to get an audience with one of the biggest holdings companies in Los Angeles, she grabs it by the neck and refuses to let go. Only to end up at the mercy of the cruel bachelor CEO, Mikhail Sartori, who has an offer she couldn't resist. But what happens if she discovers that he's not just the leader of an empire, but a King to a race of Lycans? And what happens when he finds out that she can command and control his destructive, monstrous side aimed to harm humans like her?

WARNING: MATURED CONTENT "Every time you flinch when I get close, it burns me up inside. I’ll prove to you that whatever monster I was before… I’m nothing but yours now." — At twenty-four, Hera was a licensed agriculturist serving her hometown. She walked through life alone, yet found anchor in her father—the provincial governor—even as she remained his secret child. Her world was stitched together by nothing more than trees, earth, and the creatures that roamed the land. Then came the murder that shattered her peaceful existence. She watched in horror as a masked figure committed a brutal killing just steps from her home. The assassin turned to silence her next, but Hera struck first: one desperate swing of her shovel to his skull left him bloodied and still, lost to unconsciousness. Convinced she would be thrown in prison for what she’d done, she called her father. It was in that moment she learned the truth—the man she’d felled was no ordinary stranger. He was a dangerous mafia member. She had fought the mafia. And worse: he would not wake anytime soon. He had slipped into a coma. To escape the wrath of those who would hunt for him, Hera followed her governor-father’s stern command: “Hide him. Keep him alive. Never ask why.” He became her darkest secret—but secrets do not stay hidden forever. A year later, the man opened his eyes with no trace of his past. Fearing he would kill her the moment his memories returned, Hera spun a perilous lie: “I am your wife.” As days bled into months, he craved the warmth of her touch, while she prayed his mind would never piece together what was lost.

‘Spread those legs wide for me princess. I want to see that juicy hole of yours. I want to suck on this dripping pussy and I want to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs. This book contains high sexual content, it is not for readers younger than🔞. Clogged in the web of dissatisfaction I had always thought that I had a problem with being sexually satisfied, until I met the very man who I should never think of moaning to, he is my acting father Mr. Ignazio Vecenzo, Thompson. A sex machine who knew how to please my body and when exactly to stop. I had many plans for the day and none included moaning to the man I should call father, after bumping into him with his miraculous member sliding in and out of his hand, I found myself wishing to have him for just a day, however, my mind wind off to having him forever as his deft fingers found my clit, ripping moans off my throat, as no one has ever done. As lines fell pleasantly for me, I found myself moaning to him every single day taking his sexual command, being daddy’s good girl, and wishing for nothing other than to have him buried deep inside of me. Navigating my way through so many obstacles, I realized that my lust for him had whirled into love and I was determined to keep him even if it meant going against the entire world. However he was not the good man I fell for, he was the monster I never knew existed, a killer Machine and a man who has so many darksides yet I crave him gravier than any other.. Again, this book contains high sexual content. Recommended for readers older than 18.

When the command for action to take place happened, I had to readjust myself and strike a pose as she took steps closer to me. Things suddenly felt awkward, weird, and intimidating. She's a badass! I fought my eyes away from her tempting body and began to face the recording. I couldn't and it's required that I look at her anyway. The gown accentuated her curves and made me want to gobble her on the floor and fuck the shit out of her sexy body. Her stomach was bare, and the gown failed to hide her hourglass shape. To make it worse, it's left open, revealing her cleavage, the valley between her breasts. The next is her addictive scent behind me, filling my nostrils and interfering with my senses that I feel like enveloping her in a tight hug and basking in her scent. "Get out!" I screamed and walked away from her, slamming the door shut and running up to my office. It was getting messy but my mind was way messier. What the fuck is going on? What is this? Gosh!! I was astonished by her, I didn't know what came over me. I have never swooned over a lady, like the way this lady made me. "Master, are you alright?" My secretary hands me a glass of water and I gulped immediately anything to soothe the fire in my soul. ******* Master Adrain a Billionaire Playboy who is from an affluent Cuban family hasn't fallen in love and is determined to make it that way. When the two crosses path in a stripping club. He knew he had found the woman with the right physical attributes to birth his child and she knew she has gotten into trouble anytime he flashes his handsome Greek god smile at her.

I was reborn. Opening my eyes on the sofa, the television flickered before me, broadcasting another financial news segment about my husband, Jasper Brolin. The Alpha of the Moonblood pack, a man who had sat at the top of the billionaire list for years, was speaking with his usual cool authority. Broad-shouldered and sharp-featured, he carried an air of cold command that made him untouchable. Whenever he stepped into the public eye, the crowd surged with screams and breathless admiration. My marriage to him was the envy of our entire circle, and every woman wished to step into my shoes. As I watched the screen, memories of my tragic death in my last life came rushing back, sending a quiet ache through my chest. My wolf rumbled low in my chest. "So we're back. Now what?" "Break the bond," I whispered. "I'm leaving him." "He'll never agree to that." "That's why I need her help," I replied, thinking of the woman I had always disliked—Halle. Halle walked into the café, a smug smirk was plastered on her face. Having grown up alongside Jasper, she was regarded as his inner circle, and people never failed to give her the highest courtesy. I slid a mate-bond dissolution document across the table. "I need your help, Halle. And of course, there's something in it for you too." She glanced through the papers, suspicion flashing in her eyes. "Are you leaving him?" she asked. My voice was calm, "Maybe you're the one he really wants by his side." In my last life, I was the perfect Mrs. Brolin, envied by all, yet never the one he held closest. This time, I would take my unborn pup and leave quietly.

"Get on the bed Elowen" His voice sliced through me in a command, silencing every protest in my throat. I climbed onto the king's-sized bed without a word, my pulse thundering as he unbuckled his belt from his trousers once more. My heart hammered wildly, skipping beats, and I opened my mouth to defend myself. "I came to talk to you about—" But he seized my wrists like they were nothing, binding them tight with the leather strap until I couldn't budge an inch. "You came here to let me teach you something filthy, didn't you? Tutoring my daughter isn't enough—you want lessons in boundaries too, right?" I shook my head frantically, but he loomed over me, those piercing Alpha eyes boring into my soul. His fingers pinched my n#ppl£s through my shirt, twisting just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain-laced pleasure straight to my cor£. ***** After her Pack was raided by the Lycan King of a dangerous Pack, she fled and got into the arms of a good Samaritan who took her in and nurtured her as their daughter, She finished her degree in college and became a teacher in the famous School in Ashvielle Pack until the day she was chosen to tutor the Alpha's daughter but a lot changed when she wasn't just tutoring her the Alpha's daughter, She was being tutored by the Alpha after stepping into a forbidden room that was sacred, What's worse? She's mated to him and the Alpha's friends, when the sons returned from their trip overseas, they wanted to have her too. She doesn't know how to escape or flee from this entanglement. Warning: Strictly Contains Smut, Reverse Harem MM, MMF and some trigger degrading words.

*Emily 🖤* Just one night. That’s all it was supposed to be. I never knew one night could change everything. Could burn through every wall I’ve built. Could leave me craving someone I should’ve walked away from. He’s handsome—dark in the way shadows linger even when the lights are on. Powerful. Dangerous. Magnetic. Everyone says he’s a hero. That he’s the man who takes down the monsters hiding in plain sight. But he doesn’t look like the hero to me. Not when I’ve seen the way he watches me. Not when I’ve felt the way his hands command and control. There’s something he’s not telling me. Something I shouldn’t have seen… something I can’t unfeel. And now my sister is involved — and that’s when the truth dawned. This isn't just danger. It's a storm. I should run. He’s mafia. I’m just a college girl with a sharp tongue, a guarded heart——and one secret. I’m not built for his world. But near him, all the strength I thought I had crumbles. I’m bold. I don’t bend. But with him, I shatter. And the worst part? I don’t want to be saved from it. I want him. All of him — the light, the dark, the secrets, the sins. But one thing I know for sure: Love like this? It always ends in blood. *Xavier.* ⬛ One night. That’s all it took. She thinks it was nothing, but from the moment I saw her, I knew. She was mine—her body, her mind, her chaos. She cracked the Omertà file. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already in my world. In my world… There’s no way out. ---

“Stay low, Omega. Unless you want to be flattened.” On the ice, I am not a girl. I am a liability. At least, that’s what Jaxon Thorne tells me every time his skates spray ice over my gear. As the only female on the university’s elite hockey team, I expected the chirping. I didn’t expect the suffocating, predatory shadow of our coach. Jaxon is a True Alpha in every sense—brutal, commanding, and obsessed with purity on his team. He hates that I’m here. He hates that my scent messes with his focus. And he spends every practice making my life a living hell. But his hatred feels… heavy. It’s in the way he traps me against the boards during drills, his massive frame pinning me until I can feel the thrum of his heart through our pads. He says he’s "fixing my stance," but his hands linger too long on my hips, and his growl sounds less like a coach and more like a beast claiming its prey. Then comes the ultimate penalty: a housing error makes us roommates. Now, there’s no rink to separate us. Just thin walls and the agonizing pull of our biology. He glares at me across the kitchen table with eyes that want to ruin me, yet he’s the one sliding the bolt shut on the front door. He says Omegas don’t belong in his sport. But the way he looks at me when I’m cornered says he thinks I belong exactly where he can keep me: on my knees, under his command, and utterly his. ************************** Trigger Warnings: 18+ Content/Hardcore: Graphic sexual content, CNC (Consensual Non-Consent) elements, dub-con (due to biological "Heat/Scent" influences), aggressive Alpha behavior, and language.